3 In gladsome cheer I did delight, Till that delight did cause my smart, 4 Sometime delight did tune my song, And led my heart full pleasantly; And to myself I said among, 5 Then if my note now do vary, The heavy burthen that I carry Hath alter'd all my joyfulness. No pleasure hath still steadfastness, But haste hath hurt my happiness; THE LOVER BEMOANETH HIS UNHAPPINESS THAT HE CANNOT OBTAIN GRACE, YET CANNOT CEASE LOVING. 1 ALL heavy minds Do seek to ease their charge; To let at large. 2 Then why should I Hold pain within my heart, To ease my smart. 3 My faithful lute Alone shall hear me plain, For else all other suit Is clean in vain. 4 For where I sue Redress of all my grief; 5 Alas! my dear, Have I deserved so? 6 Whom speak I to, Unkind, and deaf of ear! Alas! lo! I go, And wot not where. 7 Where is my thought? Where wanders my desire? Where may the thing be sought That I require? 8 Light in the wind Doth flee all my delight; Where truth and faithful mind Are put to flight. 9 Who shall me give Feather'd wings for to flee? The thing that doth me grieve That I may see! 10 Who would go seek The cause whereby to pain? 11 My chance doth so My woful case procure, 12 What hope I then To have any redress! Of whom, or where, or when? 13 No! since despair Hath set me in this case, In vain is 't in the air To say, Alas! 14 I seek nothing But thus for to discharge My heart of sore sighing, To plain at large. 15 And with my lute Sometime to ease my pain; For else all other suit Is clean in vain. 1Beseek:' beseech. THE MOURNFUL LOVER TO HIS HEART WITH COMPLAINT THAT IT WILL NOT BREAK. 1 COMFORT thyself, my woful heart, Or shortly on thyself thee wreak; For length redoubleth deadly smart; Why sigh'st thou, heart! and wilt not break? 2 To waste in sighs were piteous death; Alas! I find thee faint and weak. Enforce thyself to lose thy breath; Why sigh'st thou, heart! and wilt not break? 3 Thou know'st right well that no redress Is thus to pine; and for to speak, Perdie! it is remediless; Why sigh'st thou then, and wilt not break? 4 It is too late for to refuse The yoke, when it is on thy neck! 5 To sob and sigh it were but vain, Since there is none that doth it reck; Alas! thou dost prolong thy pain; Why sigh'st thou then, and wilt not break? 6 Then in her sight to move her heart That she may know thou suffered'st smart; THE LOVER RENOUNCES HIS CRUEL LOVE FOR EVER. 1 ALAS! the grief, and deadly woful smart, 2 O lost service! O pain ill rewarded! O pitiful heart, with pain enlarged! O faithful mind, too suddenly assented! Return, alas! sithens thou art not regarded. Too great a proof of true faith presented, Causeth by right such faith to be repented. 3 O cruel causer of undeserved change, By great desire unconstantly to range, Is this your way for proof of steadfastness? Perdie! you know, the thing was not so strange, By former proof too much my faithfulness; What needeth then such coloured doubleness? 4 I have wailed thus, weeping in nightly pain, In sobs, and sighs, alas! and all in vain, In inward plaint, and heart's woful torment. Have set at nought a faithful true intent, 5 But though I starve, and to my death still mourn, |